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During the weekend, I was staying with Uncle Mike, my father's adopted sibling, because my parents were away; this situation, however, proved quite troublesome for me. You see, despite my nineteen years of age, my parents preferred not to leave me unattended at home following a mishap that occurred the previous year. So, what made this arrangement so undesirable for me? Allow me to elaborate...

For quite some time, I had harbored this... particular daydream, or perhaps a fantasy, would be a more fitting term? Specifically, the notion of approaching him and gently caressing his magnificent abdomen... Goodness, its substantial size and hairy texture, paradoxically, were combined with a surprising smoothness. Each time it became visible, I was seized by an intense desire to press my face deeply into it, listening intently for extended periods.

Upon my arrival there, my parents promptly departed. Initially, all seemed normal; I took a seat to observe the ongoing baseball game alongside him, yet the sole "sphere" truly occupying my thoughts was Mike's spherical abdomen...

Subsequently, the most dreadful conceivable event transpired. Mike then rose, emitting a low groan, and commenced removing his upper garment, proclaiming, "Phew, my boy, it&x27;s infernally warm in this room. That air conditioning unit makes absolutely no discernible impact. I trust you have no objection?"

Unsurprisingly, a profound desire to perish instantly overcame me.

He then inquired, "Say, young man, now that I reflect on it, would you be so kind as to fetch me a chilled beverage?"

With alacrity, I proceeded to the kitchen, delighted to possess any pretext for removing him from my immediate visual range; however, upon my return, after I had handed him the brew, he articulated,

"Listen, prior to your taking a seat... I&x27;m somewhat uncertain, how exactly should I phrase this, but... For the past few years, I&x27;ve become aware of how you&x27;ve been observing me, particularly my midsection. Naturally, I can hardly hold it against you; just behold this magnificent specimen! An impressive abdomen such as this one is not acquired through anything other than generous consumption of beer and delectable home-cooked cuisine, wouldn&x27;t you agree?"

My sole reaction was a timid nod, followed by a fixed gaze in return, utterly dreading that my true inclinations had been perceived with such alarming speed and facility.

"At any rate," he continued, "I wished to inquire, strictly between us, whether you might be inclined to alleviate yourself of those persistent desires? I&x27;m certainly amenable to a thorough massage, provided you are prepared to deliver one."

My auditory senses could barely process the revelation; for me, this felt akin to a profound realization of a long-held aspiration! Naturally, I concurred (perhaps with excessive enthusiasm), subsequently lowering myself to confront the very abdomen I had venerated for ages, allowing my digits to traverse its hirsute expanse, taut from countless years of ale consumption and substantial quantities of victuals...

Following this, a query was posed by him...

"Listen," he began, "as you may be aware, my financial resources are rather limited... It proves somewhat challenging to procure an abundance of sustenance, particularly for a duo, hence I possess a... certain proposal. Here&x27;s the arrangement: you consume your evening meal, and I shall then place you within my &x27;tank&x27; for the duration of the night to sustain me. Your release will occur in the morning, I guarantee it."

I found myself merely staring at him, utterly confounded by the nature of his inquiry... Surely, this had to be a jest, did it not? He couldn&x27;t genuinely believe himself capable of ingesting me entirely, could he? Nonetheless, an undeniable conviction in his gaze communicated to me that his intentions were absolutely earnest.

"In that case, should that signify your acceptance, feel free to partake of any provisions within the kitchen, only refrain from consuming all my supplies..."

Subsequently, after a span of twenty minutes, having consumed a package of instant ramen, I re-entered the lounge area. My gaze, filled with interrogation, settled upon Mike as he gestured for me to approach him

"Are you finished then? Excellent. Come here," he instructed, while simultaneously seizing me by my armpits and distending his oral cavity to an immense degree... As I was drawn nearer, the scent of ale emanating from his exhalation became palpable; his maw distended to an unimaginable breadth, or was it perhaps I who was diminishing in size? At that particular juncture, the answer remained elusive.

My shirt was swiftly removed by his grasp, after which I was seized once more and propelled headfirst into the vast, cavernous opening. This sensation was utterly unprecedented... then, an overwhelming wave of panic ensued; I began to thrash violently, comprehending the gravity of the situation only at that precise moment, yet by then, it had become unalterable. He then divested me of my trousers and hosiery, seemingly relishing the sensation, until I descended completely beyond his oral aperture and into his gastric cavity. Within that confines, the internal gurgling sounds of his digestive processes were audible, accompanied by his indistinct voice from the exterior:

"Ah, indeed, young fellow... you have truly fulfilled my desire. Therefore, I anticipate our reacquaintance in the morning, do I not?"

Just as I prepared to articulate a response, I sensed his abdomen constrict and contract as he resumed an upright posture, his attention once again fixed upon the ongoing game.

"Oh—Most assuredly, that&x27;s a home run!"